Christmas Fat Goose Coming Wishbone Me Myself and I
Christmas is coming
And I myself once upon a time
Much like the goose was getting fat
I am now sadly not
For I am currently now getting
thinner than
The leftover wishbone from this
year's thanksgiving's turkey
I managed to scavenge from my
next door neighbors bins
After they we're obviously finished
and done with so therefore eventually
threw the remaining scraps out
Who if they knew or I was willing
to admit the dire state of the situation
I find find myself mired in
Would surely then have offered to
take me in and provide me with
whatsoever help they could
But sadly my own self pride ego
and wanting to keep pace and up
with the Joneses
Will and has left me again sadly
with nothing more
Than hunger pains and grumbling
noise in the pit of my stomach
And a perfectly stripped chewed down
to the bone , wishbone
And hopefully 1 wish still remaining
in tow
So here goes
How I wish it was only them suffering
this unholy indignation as apposed
to me
Or I had taken just a single moment
of my precious time
To be a better neighbor give a damn
or care about anything or anyone
Other than me myself and only i
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